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GOING TO THE DOCTOR WITH GRANDPA

The doctor asked Grampa if he'd be able
to help me speed up my physical maturation. “Sure Doctor,
though I'm not sure I have the stamina for swimming laps”

“It's a more traditional method I
was thinking of prescribing for Michael. It's about stimulating his
bodily fluids, facial and pubic hair growth, penile and testicular
development, and though it's more time-consuming than steroids or
hormone treatment, it's natural, free, and it will benefit you both”

“That sounds good, and my kind of
price. What does it involve?”

“I have a couple of videos that I
can give you that will explain some of the different techniques, all
of which are tried and tested, though the videos I made myself. I
suggest that you two take them home, watch them together, and try the
exercises that you see on screen” I was excited: watching TV
with Gramps, doing things with Gramps, and from what I understood the
doctor say, getting a bigger penis and pubes. “I'll need to
take a few measurements and samples now, just so that we can assess
the progress over the next few months. You'll both need to undress,
and perhaps Leslie we should start with you. Michael, could you help
your grandfather off with his shoes?”

I did as I was told, though left his
socks on, and soon Grandpa was standing in his Y-Fronts and socks
beside me. I had never seen him so undressed, and I wanted to see as
much of him as I could. I wanted to see inside his Y-Fronts and touch
his hairy legs. He ruffled my hair “Anything to help you my
young man”

The doctor had his pen at the ready and
handed me a measuring tape. “We'll start with the chest, waist,
and around the widest part of the bum. Lift your arms there Leslie”
I took the tape, being as professional as I could, though fumbled
trying to get it round Grampa's ample girth. The doctor took it from
me and showed me how by almost embracing Grampa and passing the end
of the tape from one hand to the other, then pulling it round. Then
he passed the tape back to me. I had to push my chest against
Grampa's belly, my cheek into his chest hair to get the tape around
him, eventually pulling it up to his nipples, measuring and saying
“48inches”.

The doctor nodded “Waist, at it's
largest girth” I let the tape slide down and tightened it again
around Grampa's belly “48inches”

“Good”, now around the hips
and the bum. I lowered the tape again and pulled it around the
waistband of the Y-Fronts. “Michael, not the waistband, around
the bum, and to the opening of the fly” Following orders my
hands converged over Grandad's penis and pushed in slightly. I could
feel the pubic hair underneath bristling. I could see some of it,
grey, through the fly. “42inches”. My voice warbled, as
my voice was breaking, and I flushed bright red with having my hands
only the thickness of cotton from his penis.

“Right, there's no need for
biceps and thighs, though of course we ought to do those on you
Michael” I hoped there was more touching Gramps but stood back,
waiting for instructions. “Leslie, if you could pull down your
underpants there, that'd be great” Shocked I looked up at
Grampa who seemed to be doing the same to the doctor, but the doctor
was ignoring us both, ticking boxes on his notes. Duly Grampa
revealed his grey pubic bush, soft penis and pendulous testicles. I
shut my gaping mouth and fidgeted with the measuring tape. “We'll
take flaccid penis length and girth, testicular girth, scrotal
length...” He eyed my grandfather's crotch and I followed his
gaze “you do have a foreskin, yes, foreskin length and
aperture...” My penis had surged into its most erect state
pushing against my tight white pants “and penis length and
girth when erect”.

“Now Michael, you'll need to pay
attention here. These are the easiest measurements to get wrong which
would confuse the data later on. So...” Grampa's cock had a
drip of piss coming from the foreskin. It dropped into the pants
around his thighs as another one formed and then fell.

The doctor moved in and pushed at the
base of Grampa's penis, pulling the foreskin back just a little with
his other hand and holding it horizontal for inspection. “now
Michael and measure from base to tip” My hands were in his
pubes, and touching the dark, wet glans of his penis.

I looked at the doctor “Is that 3
or 3.5?”

“Call it 3.5. Now the girth”

“4.5 around”

the doctor pulled the foreskin right
back and a few drips of urine fell onto my hand. I looked up at
Grampa but he was looking away. Embarrassed I thought. “I'm
going to put the tip of my finger here, where the foreskin meets the
glans, and pull the foreskin as far up my finger as I can, and you
will measure from where you can see my finger, to the end of the
foreskin”

“2.5 inches”

“Now I'm going to pinch each side
of the foreskin and pull taut”

“2 inches”

“Which makes 4 in circumference.
Now while I hold, and stretch, your grandfather's scrotum pushing the
testicles to the end, you will measure the circumference of the
testicles” Grampa's testicles seemed to stretch out a long way.

“9inches around”

“and now from where my fingers
are gripping the scrotum up to Leslie's anus... Leslie, Michael will
have to get between your legs for this, if you could lean forward and
spread your legs for me” I came round behind Grampa, seeing his
hairy bum for the first time as the doctor moved around to hold the
testicles out to the front and push his finger up against the anus.
Grampa gasped and shivered, then regained his composure. My hands
were all a fumble in there, in the hairy crotch, feeling hot
testicles on my wrist, sweaty pubic hair on the back of my hands.

“11 inches”

“Good good! almost there. Now
Leslie, do you think you'd be able to manage an erection for those
final two measurements. I shouldn't worry if you can't, but it would
be good to get a look at your erection, and make sure that it's firm
enough, you know, healthy and functional. Meanwhile Michael, it's
time to get you measured up. Chop chop, clothes off”

There was no hiding my erection as I
took off my shirt, then shoes, then trousers. Grandpa stood there,
still with his pants around his thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I
saw a dribble of his piss hit the floor as Grampa tugged on his cock,
then he laughed, “Gosh, the things I'll do to get free
treatment! I don't think I'll be able to get an erection here”
He was smiling, ruddy.

“I knew you'd start to enjoy it.
” said the doctor before turning to me in my underwear “Well
Michael, we might have a problem getting your flaccid measurements”
smiling all the while “Leslie, could you help me with the tape
measure”.

I fell into something of a dream state,
being touched and stretched, measured, pulled and prodded. My
erection had them both laughing and as they squeezed it, I could feel
the irresistible force of my young sperm fighting to get out.

“Are you about to ejaculate
Michael?” I nodded as the doctor squeezed my penis even harder,
tugging a little as he reached for a perspex container on the desk
“You can let it all out now” and he yanked back my
foreskin, his fist thumping the base of my penis. I shook and looked
down as the doctor caught my sperm, and shook more violently as he
milked out a few more drops. “Well done Michael. I'd wondered
if we'd have a problem with that, but you're in good shape there”

With that it seemed the doctor was done
with the measuring, and I was soon dressed “All we need now is
a measurement of your erect penis Leslie, and your flaccid penis
Michael, and a sample of your sperm Leslie, oh, and urine from you
both. What I'll do is give you some sample jars and you can bring
them back when they're full, and Leslie I'll give a few pills that
might help you to maintain an erection, which you'll need for some of
the exercises on the videos”

The doctor prepared a bag with the two
video tapes, three sample jars, some pills, and then he put in some
other things I didn't recognise and told us that their purpose would
become clear later.

“I should set out a few
guidelines here” The doctor looked serious “Michael, this
is primarily for your benefit, so you'll have to do the work. I'm
sure that Leslie will help as much as he can, but it's up to you
Michael to try and make sure that whatever comes out of Leslie's
penis, be it ejaculate or urine, either goes into your mouth, gets
firmly rubbed into your body or, later in the process it can be
administered anally. At Leslie's age ejaculation can take some time,
and maintaining an erection can be difficult. Often the ejaculate,
that's the sperm and the other fluids that come from the testes and
prostate, will leak out over a prolonged period, and sometimes that
leakage will end up in Leslie's underpants. For that reason your
treatment will be more successful if you wear Leslie's underpants
after he takes them off. Obviously a lot of this depends on Leslie's
agreement, but I'd suggest that you both share the same bed for the
next few months, such that you can benefit from hormonal secretions
in Leslie's sweat and take advantage of any nocturnal or morning
erections, and night-time leakage”. Each in turn he looked us
in the eye and asked if we had any questions.

My mind was full of questions, full of
expectation, full of a new-found excitement that I couldn't have
realised was for the erotic potential of my grandfather. “Doctor,
what should I do in return for Grampa?”

“You'll be making sure that his
penis is properly cleaned and his testes regularly emptied, and if
you follow the exercises daily your grandfather will also benefit
from larger, more productive testicles, and a stronger, more
responsive penis. If, in the long-run your needs are more than Leslie
can cope with, I'll be able to put you in touch with another man who
will be able to help with your treatment. In the meantime you'll need
to be responsive to the times when Leslie's penis is aroused, and try
to fit your treatment into the regular pattern of his day”.

Grandpa, looking at his watch “Well,
doctor, obviously Michael and I have a lot to get busy with, and I'm
sure I will have questions for you. However, if we don't set off now,
the afternoon opera will have started on the radio before I'm settled
down with a whiskey and a cigar. Perhaps this weekend you would join
us for a drink in the afternoon? I know you'll enjoy the summer
blooms in the garden. What would you say to that?”

“Leslie I'd be delighted. We can
do the measurements and samples then, assuming Michael” he
winked at me “that you can keep that erection down” They
both shook hands with a smile “Well then, until the weekend”

And off we set for the car.

“Leslie” The doctor called
as we were leaving “If you take one of those pills before you
set off, Michael should be able to start his treatment while you
listen to the opera”

“Will do”

As soon as we were home Grampa told me
to get up to his bedroom and find him some clean underpants. I
skipped up the stairs and pulled open his underwear drawer full of
laundered, pressed white Y-fronts. They were mainly 48” waist
and some were long-johns, some mid-way and some regular brief shape.
Some were thick cotton and others had a panel around the crotch with
string panels going round the hips. They were all fascinating and in
the end I chose the regular briefs and trotted down to find him, as
he always was for the opera, in his sun room with a whiskey poured
and cigar ready for the first few notes from the orchestra.

“Could you loosen my shoes and
take them off. I've leaked into these underpants so you might as well
get them on now” I held his shoes as he stepped out of them and
watched, trying to hide my excitement as he unbuckled his belt and
stepped out of his trousers. There was a large wet patch in his
pants, and they were stretched across the beginnings of an erection.
He slipped them down over his hips. His cock, wider and longer than
before, fell into the open. The foreskin, still wrinkled, was moist
at the end. “Do you want to give this a suck now, or would you
rather rub it into your penis?” I stood, staring “OK, you
put these on” he schucked his damp pants “rub your penis
in them, and get a cushion for your knees so that you can get a good
mouthful of my penis during the opera” I had my trousers and
pants off quickly and pulled Grampa's enormous underpants on. The
waist reached my armpits and my balls tingled in the dampness of the
crotch. A minute later and my grandfather was sitting, cigar in one
hand and whiskey in the other, opera on the radio, as he guided my
face into his hairy crotch. At first I licked all around, inhaling
deeply. “That's it Michael, gently does it”. His pubic
hair bristled on my face, and slowly the area between my
grandfather's legs became my entire world. Scents, tastes, sensations
of touch. I rubbed my penis through the damp, soothing cotton,
pulling my foreskin back and forward as my tongue lapped around that
of my grandfather. My penis had been hard for so much of the day that
it was more than a little sore. Grampa's fingers ran through my short
hair. The soprano's coloratura was accompanied by the satisfied
humming of my grandfather, the taste of his penis mixed with wafts
from his whiskey glass and cigar. What wonderful medicine the doctor
prescribed.

I was confused, looking at the hand
shaking my shoulder, feeling bristles on the side of my face. I must
have fallen asleep and I jerked up to look at my grandfather.
“Michael, you missed the opera, and, worse, you missed the
biggest erection I have had in years!” He smiled down at me. “I
think the doctor's prescription is working for me too”

“I'm so sorry Grampa, sorry”
So much had happened today and he must have seen I was suddenly close
to tears.

“Michael, don't worry, there's
all the time in the world, and another opera tomorrow, and right now
it's time for my nap” I got up from my position between his
legs and his dirty underpants fell to the floor revealing my cock,
now small and red from its exertions, my testicles tight up
underneath it. “We'll find a jockstrap you can put over my
pants to keep them up” Grampa bent over and picked up the clean
pants I had brought down for him, his trousers and shoes. From behind
I could see his testicles swing with each motion. “I know you
have just had your nap, but you might do as the Doctor suggested and
join me for the last half-hour of mine. Just slip into the bed around
four-thirty, and we can both get up at five” With that he was
off upstairs.

I pulled his dirty pants up again, now
dry but with a light yellow stain where they had been wet, and sat in
his seat. There was a dribble of whiskey in his glass and I sniffed
it, drank it. Even just those few drops burned my throat, but they
also roused my penis again. The sun was shining onto my body, warm,
bright. I wanted to go and get into Grampa's bed but he had said
four-thirty. That was an hour away. Maybe he'd be able to ejaculate
and I could get it in my mouth. Maybe he'd need to pee and he'd pee
on my penis. I think that was what the doctor meant earlier, that
Grampa should cover me in wee. I wondered what the doctor meant when
he said “anally”, and what a prostate was, and what was
on the videos, and what would happen if I ate one of the pills he
gave to Gramps.